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Day 322: f*ing friday :: few

18 Nov

TGIF.
Today continues the weekly series, F*ing Fridays, which will coincidentally occur on Friday. I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.

Last week I dove into the word Freedom.

Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:
Few.

As in, a few things.

I’ve been thinking about a few things lately, like:

1. How did I get so many items of clothing in my closet when I have not shopped all year long?
2. Why is it so hard to move furniture?
3. Why is it so easy to finish my plate of food?

I suppose the answers are simple.

1. I already had a 5-year supply of clothing.
2. Furniture is heavy, whether you have to move one piece or twenty.
3. I was told to finish my plate as a child because there are starving children somewhere I have never been.

And, I suppose all this is because I learned to follow directions.
Like if a sign said SALE I always assumed it was speaking directly to me, telling me to buy it NOW. Do it. You will SAVE money.

Just the same, someone, at some point in time decided furniture should be heavy. The heavier the more respected. Otherwise it might be too easy to move around or get rid of.

As far as the plate of food goes, I don’t know who decided to guilt trip hyperactive American children into eating everything on their plate, but somehow it became a cultural rule: thou shall finish every bite.

So I do.
Even if I don’t like what I’m eating. Or worse, I’m full.

Which brings me back to a few f*ing things.
I would like to think in all instances of clothing, furniture and food, a few quality items will do.

Like…

1. A little black dress, a pair of great fitting jeans and a white t-shirt and sweater may be all a girl needs to get by these days.

2. A futon. Yep. That’s it. Maybe just a futon could do.  Hey, you can sleep on it, watch TV on it and actually move it without investing in the help of an entire football team.

3. All the bites of food I need until I’m full. And not one more.

The more the merrier?
The fewer the fabulous?

Worth spending a few more minutes to think about.

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